Chapter 22
the next day, a text came to Geun-I just a little before lunchtime.
[I'm hungry, Uncle. When are you coming?]
I grabbed the bottle of wine I had stocked at home and headed to Geun-I's self-study apartment. I knocked on the door,
and not long after, it opened and Geun-I appeared.
The moment I saw Geun-I stepping out, I changed my mind about taking her out to a fancy place for lunch. She was wearing
a one-piece dress and had put on makeup to perfection, looking far too pretty. The thought of her leaving the room to be
seen by others felt wasteful from top to bottom.
Beneath the hair pulled high up like last time, her snow-white, smooth neckline was fully exposed, and the rounded
curves of her breasts pushed up under the thin fabric stole every glance. Especially with the glossy lip gloss on her
plump lips catching the light and glistening wet, the urge to take that mouth into mine and suck it sweetly hit hard.
The instinct to keep this closed space just a little longer, to have more time alone with her, was overwhelming.
"Uncle! Oh, you brought wine?"
"Yeah. But Geun-I, why don't we just order in here and eat comfortably? I'll get you something delicious."
"Eh... Yeah! That's good too. Come in."
Caught off guard by my unexpected suggestion, Geun-I looked briefly flustered, but soon smiled brightly and led me
inside.
It was a self-study apartment, so there wasn't even a proper wine glass, let alone a corkscrew. I picked up a wooden
chopstick rolling around the sink, expertly wrapped the opening with a kitchen towel to catch any splashes, and pushed
the cork deep inside to pop it out. Then I poured the wine straight into a plain glass cup from the cabinet and drank it
down.
Amid the subtle aroma of wine, casual conversation flowed. Before long, the delivery food was spread out on the table,
and we started sharing it. She had texted earlier that she was starving and to come quick, yet she couldn't touch the
food right in front of her. As her hand delicately picked up bites and brought them to her mouth, the tiny tremor in her
eyes whenever they met mine made the tension impossible to hide.
Being locked alone with a man—let alone a much older adult like a father—in such a confined space was clearly tugging at
the heart of a twenty-year-old girl. I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and Geun-I, fiddling with her wine cup,
quietly bit her lower lip before slowly beginning to speak of her deepest emptiness.
"Uncle is really... so gentle, like a dad. My father passed away when I was very young... so I never got to remember him
well."
A faint loneliness flickered in Geun-I's eyes as she trailed off. Pretending not to notice the deeper personal details,
I simply stroked her hair softly. Then I patted her back gently, offering a heavy, comforting warmth. Her shoulder
leaned against my arm, trembling faintly. Completely captivated by the unconditional warmth and praise from an adult who
felt like a dad, the self-study room filled with an instant soft, fluffy atmosphere.
At that moment, my smartphone on the table vibrated and the screen lit up. A KakaoTalk notification popped up right on
time: a message from Na-yeon.
[Did you eat lunch, Uncle? I'm heading out to meet my mom now. I miss you.]
Geun-I had clearly seen Na-yeon's name and the message. Her eyes shook violently for a second. She pushed off my
shoulder, hesitated for a long moment, then looked straight into my eyes and fired the most critical question sharp and
direct.
"...I noticed yesterday too. You and the two of you aren't just 'uncle' friends."
The air in the room suddenly froze into a heavy silence. Geun-I's trembling lips stayed tightly closed before she
finally spoke with resolve.
"Did you sleep with Na-yeon?"
A thousand calculations raced through my mind, but lying clumsily in front of Geun-I—who had already seen through
everything—was the most foolish thing I could do. I didn't look away and answered calmly with a low voice.
"Yeah."
The raw truth landed, and Geun-I's expression twisted uncontrollably. The boldness that had been smiling and leading me
inside just moments ago vanished without a trace. A single fat tear dropped from her large eyes onto the table and
spread.
"Then... if I want you, is it bad...?"
Geun-I's face, a mix of injustice and heartache, broke into sobs as she finally spilled the story she had been holding
inside for so long. Instead of a cunning fox trying to seduce me, she looked more like a child throwing a tantrum in
despair before a reality she couldn't control. The jealousy toward Na-yeon tangled with the deep emptiness buried in her
heart, clinging to my chest as if choking it.
"I want you too... Can I not have you? Why does Na-yeon get to have someone like you? Na-yeon even has a boyfriend... I
just..."
Looking up at me with tear-filled eyes, her sorrowful voice cracked.
"My father passed away when I was very young, so I barely remember him. That's why I always resented others talking
about their dads. Every night I prayed that there would be an adult like you, kind and steady, who would just look at
me. Why can't I have you? I really want you..."
The confession spilling from her lips was nothing short of the classic Daddy Issue manifesting in most empty women. The
insecure attachment formed in childhood from paternal absence had grown into a fierce craving for a senior male figure
who could be authoritative yet nurturing once she reached adulthood. As Bowlby's attachment theory described, the
unconscious reenactment of past deficits swirled rawest within twenty-year-old Geun-I.
Gentleness, warmth, and the subtle hidden control behind them. To her, I was no simple older man. I was the absolute
target of a powerful attachment reenactment where sexual attraction and emotional dependence twisted together. When they
tore down their own inner defenses and exposed their most vulnerable emptiness, they became incredibly easy prey for me.
But right now, all I wanted was to hold this pitiful child.
"So that's why... I didn't know you well, but seeing you so pretty and well-raised, I'm sure your dad in heaven is
really happy."
Geun-I buried her face deep into my chest. With tears streaming and her cheeks flushed, she slowly lifted her head to
look up at me. I gazed quietly at that pitiful, wet-eyed gaze without holding back and lowered my head to cover her
glistening lips roughly.
"Mmph..."
I took her sweet lips completely into mine, sucking the gloss off every drop, and pushed my tongue deep into the gap
without hesitation. Geun-I tensed at the sudden stimulation but quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and began taking
the invading tongue fully, not letting even a single drop slip.
The wine scent mixed with sweet saliva filled the quiet room with wet, frictional sounds. I kissed her breathlessly for
a long time, then scooped her up into my arms and placed her on my lap. The heat between our bodies transferred fully as
we stayed pressed tight. Pulling my lips away, I licked her sensitive neck and ear harshly, and a thin moan escaped from
her throat. My hand had already gripped her slender waist firmly, slipping under her dress to stroke her smooth back.
Overwhelmed by the impending climax, I lifted the top of her one-piece and buried my face against her chest. The
pushed-up clothing revealed the bra clearly underneath.
"...It's really small, isn't it?"
Geun-I whispered in a voice trembling with embarrassment, avoiding my gaze as she crawled closer.
"No, it's beautiful."
I murmured lowly and roughly sucked the round, soft mound wrapped in fabric. Still holding her, I took her protruding
nipple into my mouth over the bra and sucked gently while my other hand slid deep behind her thin panties, groping her
ass roughly. My fingers pushed between the deep dimples and delved into her hidden place from behind, exploring upward.
The skin touching my fingertips was already soaked with arousal fluids, wet and slick.
The instant that damp touch reached my fingertips, the clumsy forest sensation from the night before—when I had bathed
her completely sober in the bathroom and indulged—combined with the thrilling nightmare of this morning's living-room
sofa, transformed into vivid reality. The raw, unprotected sensation of her core surged through my palm as it awakened
fully.he next day, a text came to Geun-I just a little before lunchtime.
[I'm hungry, Uncle. When are you coming?]
I grabbed the bottle of wine I had stocked at home and headed to Geun-I's self-study apartment. I knocked on the door, and not long after, it opened and Geun-I appeared.
The moment I saw Geun-I stepping out, I changed my mind about taking her out to a fancy place for lunch. She was wearing a one-piece dress and had put on makeup to perfection, looking far too pretty. The thought of her leaving the room to be seen by others felt wasteful from top to bottom.
Beneath the hair pulled high up like last time, her snow-white, smooth neckline was fully exposed, and the rounded curves of her breasts pushed up under the thin fabric stole every glance. Especially with the glossy lip gloss on her plump lips catching the light and glistening wet, the urge to take that mouth into mine and suck it sweetly hit hard. The instinct to keep this closed space just a little longer, to have more time alone with her, was overwhelming.
"Uncle! Oh, you brought wine?"
"Yeah. But Geun-I, why don't we just order in here and eat comfortably? I'll get you something delicious."
"Eh... Yeah! That's good too. Come in."
Caught off guard by my unexpected suggestion, Geun-I looked briefly flustered, but soon smiled brightly and led me inside.
It was a self-study apartment, so there wasn't even a proper wine glass, let alone a corkscrew. I picked up a wooden chopstick rolling around the sink, expertly wrapped the opening with a kitchen towel to catch any splashes, and pushed the cork deep inside to pop it out. Then I poured the wine straight into a plain glass cup from the cabinet and drank it down.
Amid the subtle aroma of wine, casual conversation flowed. Before long, the delivery food was spread out on the table, and we started sharing it. She had texted earlier that she was starving and to come quick, yet she couldn't touch the food right in front of her. As her hand delicately picked up bites and brought them to her mouth, the tiny tremor in her eyes whenever they met mine made the tension impossible to hide.
Being locked alone with a man—let alone a much older adult like a father—in such a confined space was clearly tugging at the heart of a twenty-year-old girl. I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and Geun-I, fiddling with her wine cup, quietly bit her lower lip before slowly beginning to speak of her deepest emptiness.
"Uncle is really... so gentle, like a dad. My father passed away when I was very young... so I never got to remember him well."
A faint loneliness flickered in Geun-I's eyes as she trailed off. Pretending not to notice the deeper personal details, I simply stroked her hair softly. Then I patted her back gently, offering a heavy, comforting warmth. Her shoulder leaned against my arm, trembling faintly. Completely captivated by the unconditional warmth and praise from an adult who felt like a dad, the self-study room filled with an instant soft, fluffy atmosphere.
At that moment, my smartphone on the table vibrated and the screen lit up. A KakaoTalk notification popped up right on time: a message from Na-yeon.
[Did you eat lunch, Uncle? I'm heading out to meet my mom now. I miss you.]
Geun-I had clearly seen Na-yeon's name and the message. Her eyes shook violently for a second. She pushed off my shoulder, hesitated for a long moment, then looked straight into my eyes and fired the most critical question sharp and direct.
"...I noticed yesterday too. You and the two of you aren't just 'uncle' friends."
The air in the room suddenly froze into a heavy silence. Geun-I's trembling lips stayed tightly closed before she finally spoke with resolve.
"Did you sleep with Na-yeon?"
A thousand calculations raced through my mind, but lying clumsily in front of Geun-I—who had already seen through everything—was the most foolish thing I could do. I didn't look away and answered calmly with a low voice.
"Yeah."
The raw truth landed, and Geun-I's expression twisted uncontrollably. The boldness that had been smiling and leading me inside just moments ago vanished without a trace. A single fat tear dropped from her large eyes onto the table and spread.
"Then... if I want you, is it bad...?"
Geun-I's face, a mix of injustice and heartache, broke into sobs as she finally spilled the story she had been holding inside for so long. Instead of a cunning fox trying to seduce me, she looked more like a child throwing a tantrum in despair before a reality she couldn't control. The jealousy toward Na-yeon tangled with the deep emptiness buried in her heart, clinging to my chest as if choking it.
"I want you too... Can I not have you? Why does Na-yeon get to have someone like you? Na-yeon even has a boyfriend... I just..."
Looking up at me with tear-filled eyes, her sorrowful voice cracked.
"My father passed away when I was very young, so I barely remember him. That's why I always resented others talking about their dads. Every night I prayed that there would be an adult like you, kind and steady, who would just look at me. Why can't I have you? I really want you..."
The confession spilling from her lips was nothing short of the classic Daddy Issue manifesting in most empty women. The insecure attachment formed in childhood from paternal absence had grown into a fierce craving for a senior male figure who could be authoritative yet nurturing once she reached adulthood. As Bowlby's attachment theory described, the unconscious reenactment of past deficits swirled rawest within twenty-year-old Geun-I.
Gentleness, warmth, and the subtle hidden control behind them. To her, I was no simple older man. I was the absolute target of a powerful attachment reenactment where sexual attraction and emotional dependence twisted together. When they tore down their own inner defenses and exposed their most vulnerable emptiness, they became incredibly easy prey for me. But right now, all I wanted was to hold this pitiful child.
"So that's why... I didn't know you well, but seeing you so pretty and well-raised, I'm sure your dad in heaven is really happy."
Geun-I buried her face deep into my chest. With tears streaming and her cheeks flushed, she slowly lifted her head to look up at me. I gazed quietly at that pitiful, wet-eyed gaze without holding back and lowered my head to cover her glistening lips roughly.
"Mmph..."
I took her sweet lips completely into mine, sucking the gloss off every drop, and pushed my tongue deep into the gap without hesitation. Geun-I tensed at the sudden stimulation but quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and began taking the invading tongue fully, not letting even a single drop slip.
The wine scent mixed with sweet saliva filled the quiet room with wet, frictional sounds. I kissed her breathlessly for a long time, then scooped her up into my arms and placed her on my lap. The heat between our bodies transferred fully as we stayed pressed tight. Pulling my lips away, I licked her sensitive neck and ear harshly, and a thin moan escaped from her throat. My hand had already gripped her slender waist firmly, slipping under her dress to stroke her smooth back.
Overwhelmed by the impending climax, I lifted the top of her one-piece and buried my face against her chest. The pushed-up clothing revealed the bra clearly underneath.
"...It's really small, isn't it?"
Geun-I whispered in a voice trembling with embarrassment, avoiding my gaze as she crawled closer.
"No, it's beautiful."
I murmured lowly and roughly sucked the round, soft mound wrapped in fabric. Still holding her, I took her protruding nipple into my mouth over the bra and sucked gently while my other hand slid deep behind her thin panties, groping her ass roughly. My fingers pushed between the deep dimples and delved into her hidden place from behind, exploring upward. The skin touching my fingertips was already soaked with arousal fluids, wet and slick.
The instant that damp touch reached my fingertips, the clumsy forest sensation from the night before—when I had bathed her completely sober in the bathroom and indulged—combined with the thrilling nightmare of this morning's living-room sofa, transformed into vivid reality. The raw, unprotected sensation of her core surged through my palm as it awakened fully.he next day, a text came to Geun-I just a little before lunchtime.
[I'm hungry, Uncle. When are you coming?]
I grabbed the bottle of wine I had stocked at home and headed to Geun-I's self-study apartment. I knocked on the door,
and not long after, it opened and Geun-I appeared.
The moment I saw Geun-I stepping out, I changed my mind about taking her out to a fancy place for lunch. She was wearing
a one-piece dress and had put on makeup to perfection, looking far too pretty. The thought of her leaving the room to be
seen by others felt wasteful from top to bottom.
Beneath the hair pulled high up like last time, her snow-white, smooth neckline was fully exposed, and the rounded
curves of her breasts pushed up under the thin fabric stole every glance. Especially with the glossy lip gloss on her
plump lips catching the light and glistening wet, the urge to take that mouth into mine and suck it sweetly hit hard.
The instinct to keep this closed space just a little longer, to have more time alone with her, was overwhelming.
"Uncle! Oh, you brought wine?"
"Yeah. But Geun-I, why don't we just order in here and eat comfortably? I'll get you something delicious."
"Eh... Yeah! That's good too. Come in."
Caught off guard by my unexpected suggestion, Geun-I looked briefly flustered, but soon smiled brightly and led me
inside.
It was a self-study apartment, so there wasn't even a proper wine glass, let alone a corkscrew. I picked up a wooden
chopstick rolling around the sink, expertly wrapped the opening with a kitchen towel to catch any splashes, and pushed
the cork deep inside to pop it out. Then I poured the wine straight into a plain glass cup from the cabinet and drank it
down.
Amid the subtle aroma of wine, casual conversation flowed. Before long, the delivery food was spread out on the table,
and we started sharing it. She had texted earlier that she was starving and to come quick, yet she couldn't touch the
food right in front of her. As her hand delicately picked up bites and brought them to her mouth, the tiny tremor in her
eyes whenever they met mine made the tension impossible to hide.
Being locked alone with a man—let alone a much older adult like a father—in such a confined space was clearly tugging at
the heart of a twenty-year-old girl. I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and Geun-I, fiddling with her wine cup,
quietly bit her lower lip before slowly beginning to speak of her deepest emptiness.
"Uncle is really... so gentle, like a dad. My father passed away when I was very young... so I never got to remember him
well."
A faint loneliness flickered in Geun-I's eyes as she trailed off. Pretending not to notice the deeper personal details,
I simply stroked her hair softly. Then I patted her back gently, offering a heavy, comforting warmth. Her shoulder
leaned against my arm, trembling faintly. Completely captivated by the unconditional warmth and praise from an adult who
felt like a dad, the self-study room filled with an instant soft, fluffy atmosphere.
At that moment, my smartphone on the table vibrated and the screen lit up. A KakaoTalk notification popped up right on
time: a message from Na-yeon.
[Did you eat lunch, Uncle? I'm heading out to meet my mom now. I miss you.]
Geun-I had clearly seen Na-yeon's name and the message. Her eyes shook violently for a second. She pushed off my
shoulder, hesitated for a long moment, then looked straight into my eyes and fired the most critical question sharp and
direct.
"...I noticed yesterday too. You and the two of you aren't just 'uncle' friends."
The air in the room suddenly froze into a heavy silence. Geun-I's trembling lips stayed tightly closed before she
finally spoke with resolve.
"Did you sleep with Na-yeon?"
A thousand calculations raced through my mind, but lying clumsily in front of Geun-I—who had already seen through
everything—was the most foolish thing I could do. I didn't look away and answered calmly with a low voice.
"Yeah."
The raw truth landed, and Geun-I's expression twisted uncontrollably. The boldness that had been smiling and leading me
inside just moments ago vanished without a trace. A single fat tear dropped from her large eyes onto the table and
spread.
"Then... if I want you, is it bad...?"
Geun-I's face, a mix of injustice and heartache, broke into sobs as she finally spilled the story she had been holding
inside for so long. Instead of a cunning fox trying to seduce me, she looked more like a child throwing a tantrum in
despair before a reality she couldn't control. The jealousy toward Na-yeon tangled with the deep emptiness buried in her
heart, clinging to my chest as if choking it.
"I want you too... Can I not have you? Why does Na-yeon get to have someone like you? Na-yeon even has a boyfriend... I
just..."
Looking up at me with tear-filled eyes, her sorrowful voice cracked.
"My father passed away when I was very young, so I barely remember him. That's why I always resented others talking
about their dads. Every night I prayed that there would be an adult like you, kind and steady, who would just look at
me. Why can't I have you? I really want you..."
The confession spilling from her lips was nothing short of the classic Daddy Issue manifesting in most empty women. The
insecure attachment formed in childhood from paternal absence had grown into a fierce craving for a senior male figure
who could be authoritative yet nurturing once she reached adulthood. As Bowlby's attachment theory described, the
unconscious reenactment of past deficits swirled rawest within twenty-year-old Geun-I.
Gentleness, warmth, and the subtle hidden control behind them. To her, I was no simple older man. I was the absolute
target of a powerful attachment reenactment where sexual attraction and emotional dependence twisted together. When they
tore down their own inner defenses and exposed their most vulnerable emptiness, they became incredibly easy prey for me.
But right now, all I wanted was to hold this pitiful child.
"So that's why... I didn't know you well, but seeing you so pretty and well-raised, I'm sure your dad in heaven is
really happy."
Geun-I buried her face deep into my chest. With tears streaming and her cheeks flushed, she slowly lifted her head to
look up at me. I gazed quietly at that pitiful, wet-eyed gaze without holding back and lowered my head to cover her
glistening lips roughly.
"Mmph..."
I took her sweet lips completely into mine, sucking the gloss off every drop, and pushed my tongue deep into the gap
without hesitation. Geun-I tensed at the sudden stimulation but quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and began taking
the invading tongue fully, not letting even a single drop slip.
The wine scent mixed with sweet saliva filled the quiet room with wet, frictional sounds. I kissed her breathlessly for
a long time, then scooped her up into my arms and placed her on my lap. The heat between our bodies transferred fully as
we stayed pressed tight. Pulling my lips away, I licked her sensitive neck and ear harshly, and a thin moan escaped from
her throat. My hand had already gripped her slender waist firmly, slipping under her dress to stroke her smooth back.
Overwhelmed by the impending climax, I lifted the top of her one-piece and buried my face against her chest. The
pushed-up clothing revealed the bra clearly underneath.
"...It's really small, isn't it?"
Geun-I whispered in a voice trembling with embarrassment, avoiding my gaze as she crawled closer.
"No, it's beautiful."
I murmured lowly and roughly sucked the round, soft mound wrapped in fabric. Still holding her, I took her protruding
nipple into my mouth over the bra and sucked gently while my other hand slid deep behind her thin panties, groping her
ass roughly. My fingers pushed between the deep dimples and delved into her hidden place from behind, exploring upward.
The skin touching my fingertips was already soaked with arousal fluids, wet and slick.
The instant that damp touch reached my fingertips, the clumsy forest sensation from the night before—when I had bathed
her completely sober in the bathroom and indulged—combined with the thrilling nightmare of this morning's living-room
sofa, transformed into vivid reality. The raw, unprotected sensation of her core surged through my palm as it awakened
fully.